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I take a deep breath and stare at myself in the mirror, my long dark brown hair was in a tight ponytail and my black uniform that had Skylar Cane written on a name tag.

The black pants were tight, showing every curve but I was used to it by now. I wasn't a stick like most of the girls in here, I wasn't fat but I had hips and a butt just like my mom had.

"Skylar, hurry up!" Hayes knocks on the door and I bit my lip, opening the door. "Let's go down to unit 2."

"Okay, sounds good." I nod and we leave quickly, not wanting people to see me come out of his room.

"I really want to thank you, Hayes, for not making me sleep on the floor with no blankets or no pillow." I slightly smile, admiring him in his tight uniform.

Boys got to wear navy blue, which is so unfair in my opinion.

"Yeah, yeah, it was a one time thing."

"Okay." I mutter, stepping into the elevator.

I lean against the wall feeling insecure when I feel his bright blue eyes land on my body. This is why I hate these suits.

"Stop staring at me." I cross my arms over my chest.

"I'm not staring."

"Yeah, yeah you were. You can't even lie."

"No I wasn't you're just imagining things." He snaps, rolling his eyes.

When we reach the second floor, I hear yelling and screaming coming from a deep raspy voice, "where is that coming from?"

"Sk-"

I follow the voice and Hayes cusses at me but he follows. I open a door to the main room and cringe.

"Grayson!" I yell out and he meets my gaze only to be hit with the whip again.

"Let him down! Don't hit him again!"

Everyone was in the room watching, gasping once they hear me yell.

"Skylar, calm down!" Hayes pulls me back but I push at his chest and manage to push him away.

"Let him down from there! He didn't do anything!" I push past the people, making my way to the man with the whip. "Stop hitting him!"

"Get the girl back or she will be hit!" The man yells angrily
"Skylar! Dammit!" Hayes yells wrapping his arms around my waist and I swing my hands around hoping to hit him hard.

"Let Grayson go!"

I feel a sting and I fall into arms, everything going black.

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